Restaurant Review- Boston Marriott Quincy

Here’s another review for a local restaurant. 

We usually like to explore new places but we also have our favorites, regulars we keep going back and forth. We have been going to the Marriott Hotel for quick and satisfying breakfast buffet. Nothing fancy but the essential breakfast needs are there. We have not been here for extended period because they seem to be on renovations all the time. 

But after feeling so bad last Saturday, Chris texted me this:

This is where the cash register is. 

Bar area. Tons of TVs and lots of room to gather round. 

Clean subway tiles? You got me!

The new lobby of the hotel. 

Waiting area or welcome area depending on what you like. 😂

And this? This makes me want to stay and feel home. Well done Marriott!

Can we talk about this chandelier? Is it even a chandelier?

From afar, this lighting is perfection!

Is he really feeling it? I betcha he does. Too bad they stopped pool membership. We use to co e here as even if you are not hotels guests, you can pay to use the pool and exercise area so we came often in the winter time. 

And these is what I had!

And more. 

And more. 

 Like more? 

Overall it was a great experience. It is never crowded and you never feel rushed. And of course my favorite omelet station attendant, was lovely as always. 

Woke Up Crying

Last Friday night, I was a little sad going to bed. Nothing crazy just so many things in my head- family and just stuff in the world like that massacre in Florida. 

Early Saturday I woke up crying from my dream. In my dream, I was dead! Like dead in the movies. My soul was floating, I was looking down on Chris and the three kids. Chris was crying inconsolably and the kids were around him. I then woke up a little bit and i was indeed in tears. I tried to go back to sleep. Once again, I was brought back to that scene where my family was gathered around me. Then Chris stood up, instructed the nurse to not let anyone in before he “fixes” me. I have always told Chris that if I get sick or when I die, I don’t want to be visited when I am not cleaned or dressed properly and that when I die, I want to be buried with Mac’s Ruby Woo lipstick. 

I was sobbing so hard I woke up. I immediately called Chris who was at work at that time. Luckily he answered and i immediately told him. He said, I don’t have to worry, I have so much more to do in this world. I felt so much better knowing he was beside me when I died. 

Is that weird? Do any of my readers dream of their own death? 

Sorry I have a weird post today.